He hummed, non-committal, and ran his hand up and down my side again. “It’s in the past,” he said, brushing the whole thing away with a sweep of his hand. “Time to clean up?”
I winced, remembering then that we were both a mess. I’d been so absorbed in Morgan that I hadn’t noticed our skin sticking together as our sweat cooled.
On the other hand, I didn’t want to break this spell just yet. Who knew how long I could keep Morgan for?
“Only,” I said, bending down to kiss the tip of his nose and smiling slowly, “if we can do it again in the shower.”
* * *
The heatof Morgan’s body and the warm spray of the shower contrasted sharply with the cool tiles under my chest and stomach, the roughness of his hands with the smoothness under my fingers.
Hot breath tickled my neck as Morgan slid home, making every nerve ending in my body sing with pleasure, bright and sharp and so,sogood.
It really, really hadn’t ever been like this. I wasn’t sure I could ever tell Morgan howmuchit hadn’t been like this, how clumsy and selfish Brad was in comparison.
Uncoordinated or not, Morgan made me feel like the most important person in the world. Always, but especially right now, with nearly his whole perfect weight pressed against me, cock shoved so deep inside me I could almost feel it in the back of my throat, one hand curled tight around my hip and the other covering mine on the shower wall, fingers linked together.
A playful bite to my shoulder made me gasp, hips jerking forward, cock skimming against the smooth tiles, absolutely no help with the friction I desperately needed.
My skin felt a size too small, and the water that’d been warm when we started felt cool on overheated flesh, and if I could’ve just frozen this moment and stayed in it for all eternity, I would’ve been tempted.
I could almost have come from the way Morgan nuzzled my neck, sucking an open-mouthed kiss at the tender spot where it joined my shoulder. A broken whimper echoed in the tiny bathroom, and my breath hitched as Morgan’s hand moved from my hip to splay over my belly. He pushed down, gentle but firm, as though he was feeling for himself inside me.
He probablycouldfeel his cock moving there. It was as big as the rest of him and if I’d trusted him any less I wouldneverhave let him do this, too afraid he’d hurt me.
But he hadn’t. Not even a little. I’d feel this later, and I knew it, but Morgan hadn’thurtme. I didn’t think he was capable of that.
“Love the way you feel,” Morgan murmured against my neck, hips jerking up into me, sending another wave of pleasure rolling up my spine to tingle at the back of my neck.
“Love the wayyoufeel,” I responded, too dizzy with pleasure to think up my own wording, happy to rely on Morgan for everything right now. Words, balance, pleasure, all of it.
I’d always known he’d be the sort of man who took care of a partner, who made it his duty to keep them happy, but I’d never thought it couldeverbe directed at me. Not after Brad’s selfishness, not after feeling like I wasn’t worth bothering with unless I was doing exactly what he wanted me to do.
Morgan seemed to be delighted withwhateverI did, and I could really have gotten used to that.
“Harder,” I panted, hips rocking back to meet Morgan’s with increasing urgency, heat still building in the pit of my stomach. Pleasure crashed over me again as Morgan obliged, driving his hips into mine, pressing his hand down once more and then, blissfully, wrapping it around my cock.
My toes curled as he stroked me, a moan bouncing off the shower tiles as hips and hands worked together, the perfect rhythm pushing me right up to the peak and leaving me teetering there for a few moments, one thrust, then another, thenanotherthat hit me just right, and I was falling. Hips jerking, belly tensing, fingers tightening around Morgan’s as all the coiled need in my body unraveled and spilled out of my cock, wave after wave.
My head was still spinning and my cock still drooling when I felt Morgan stiffen, grunt softly in my ear, and then relax, his thrusts slowing to lazy rocking as he finished up.
The tiles were warmer now, heated by my breath, not quite cool enough to make me wince, but enough to be soothing when I pressed my cheek there to come down, squirming as Morgan pulled out and left me feeling suddenly empty.
“You makethe cutestsound when you come,” Morgan said, and there was thatdelightagain, like I could do no wrong.
I stood there with my eyes closed, drifting happily while Morgan ran a broad hand up and down my side, and the only sounds were the spray of the shower and birds starting to sing outside.
The buzz of Morgan’s morning alarm made me laugh.
“Shit,” he said, and went to pull away, but I had the presence of mind to put my hand over his before he could get very far.
“Leave it. Not like it’s gonna wake anyone up.”
Five a.m. already.
Five a.m. on the first day of the competition already.
I turned to face Morgan with all the focus I had left, reaching out, curling a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
